Cork is beautiful - full of interesting things to do / look at and a huge number of really nice places to eat, which has been my focus pretty much all week, with the 'How fantastic a lunch can you get for ten euros?" challenge. (Incidentally, probably won by Fenn's Quay, which we went to several times. Go there. Because it's great).
I have chilled out and although I've been a bit wibbly, with one or two 'hating the baby' days, I think I'm coming back in to balance again. I've bought some new trousers in Mothercare (held up with string - never mind all those clever elasticated waist things, string is where it's at for effectiveness); and a couple of tops in a style I vaguely remember also wearing back in about 1978. What's that all about? But great for fitting in the bump.
In home news, my lovely chicken sitters have done a great job, with all poultry present, correct and contented - with the minor exception of the two broodies (nothing to do with the chicken sitters, though) - one of them has got fed up with her babies and needed repatriating to the main hen-house. And one of them is sat on a clutch of eggs that should have hatched on Friday and haven't. Bless her. I am tempted to see if I can get some day old chicks for her to bring up. But I am also tempted not to get any more poultry until after we move. Arggghhh ... decisions!
In house-selling world, the people who put in the insultingly low offer came up to a very slightly less insulting offer that was still unrealistically low. So we declined it and are now back to stage one again. We really need this sorted out, for both our sakes - head space is currently at a minimum.
Today, washing. Sorting out food for the week. Returning phone calls. Watching some DVDs. Planning the next couple of weeks.
Tomorrow: I have no idea. Oooooh! Except, I've just remembered, I haven't done Steg's interview yet. Yay! for instant blog-topics!